(C) Geoff May
When I awoke I was no longer where I thought. Laying down, I could
feel the cold, damp ground. Weeds covered me from head to toe. The sound
of crickets surrounded me and something crawled over my leg. I jerked up
to see, but it was gone. Sitting up, I looked around and could see no
signs of civilization. It was dark, but there was enough light from the
moon to make out swaying branches of nearby trees. But it didn't look
right; something was missing. I realized then, that something was severely
I readied myself to stand up, but found it hard to move my leg.
After examining it I found I had been bitten; apparently not fatal. I
ripped a sleeve off my jacket and wrapped it tight above my knee. I stood
up, wincing slightly at the pain, to take in more of my surroundings. What
I saw sent shivers down my spine. As far as the eye could see, the ground
was evenly covereed with a dirty green moss, and what trees there were, all
seemed dead or dying. The sky was turning a deep shade of dark red and
gave everything an eerie hellish glow.
I felt I had no choice but to walk,
and pray there would be someone, or something to help me escape this place
which now seemed to be more a knightmare than real.
After what seemed like
days of walking, resting, eating and sleeping, the sky began to brighten,
only now I wished it hadn't - because the deep red it so recently was, was
turning into a bright reddish haze. The ground was now a clear grey color;
all vegetation gently withering away. Soon there was nothing around but
sand and sky. No life, just desolate land for miles around.
I started to
lose hope, believing I wouldn't survive another day without any form of food or
liquid, and die a slow, painful death, not knowing where I was or if anyone
would find me. My legs got so weak, I collapsed under my own body weight.
I felt the air rush by as the ground rose to meet my face; the sand softly
comforted the fall. It tasted empty, as if it had no taste at all. I
didn't care. At that point, nothing seemed to matter, and I closed my eyes.
I felt a slow breeze by my face and slowly lifted my eyes to see a tall
cloud of dust rising from the ground. The air seemed to cool down as the
dust started to settle, and I could hear what sounded like rushing water,
right under my face.
With my last ounce of strength, I crawled over to the
edge of a deep crater, and what my own eyes saw froze me, and rushed the
air hard from my lungs...